Author: Loren Smith

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

For forty years, my husband Cecil and I owned the Starlite Motel. It wasn’t fancy. Twelve rooms. A flickering neon sign. A vending machine that only worked if you kicked …

Thirty-one years after I gave a freezing young mother and her baby a motel room for free, a black car pulled into my empty parking lot—and the baby I’d saved came back with a gift that changed my life forever. Read More

The key was so small I almost threw it away. It slipped from my husband’s winter coat pocket while I was taking it to the dry cleaner. A plain brass …

I found a tiny brass key labeled “Unit 38” in my husband’s coat. Inside the storage unit was a bedroom filled with clothes in my size and photos of a woman who looked just like me—until a detective recognized her as someone who had vanished eleven years earlier. Read More